NOT IN COOL SUMMER

First night just
melted in tenderness,
Another bare thought
Within a masculine magic
A cup of red wine in my hands
Not cool in summer
Complete,
Accomplish
Let the holy water flow
A clear thought
Kissing petals to receive,
then to conceive
A state of mind
Solace and sensuality
Feeling romantic.
Freedom is glorious
was thrilled in red ink
into a rage had changed
Both  sweetened one
Wounded by an arrow !
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI